Can I still love?

The beginning

Bait.

That's all I was. Honestly, what girl wakes up in the morning and decides she wants to be bait for hundreds of horny, middle aged, rich men? Definitely not me, but apparently my opinion didn't matter anymore because one fateful night was all it took for me to be swept into this whole mess of dog shit.

My name was Amy. The key word is 'was'. It was changed along with the rest of me because it didn't fit the character I was always trying to portray.

To everyone around me my name was A. Just plain A. The other workers that I don't associate with as much as others think A stands for Assassin, because I'm quick and swift during my kills, I treat it like an art.

I used to be a normal kid, and by normal I mean a socially awkward 16 year old that liked to stay in the shadows and become invisible. Apparently it wasn't a very good idea because that's exactly what they were looking for; someone who could blend into the background, who wouldn't be noticed sneaking around. That's how I was when I got recruited, I was the miniature fly that no one detected, someone that could be in and out of a place before anyone could detect me.

That's how it was when I got here, now I'm 18 and officially a murderer.

I'm also bait. I guess I'm like a fishhook. I bait the little fishes along but when they take a bite they eventually end up dead.

Just because I compared myself to a fishhook doesn't mean I look anything like one. I know I'm pretty, they only use the pretty ones as bait. The old me, Amy, could never be used as bait, never in a million years, that's why it's me.

Amy had knotty brown frizzy hair that was short and uncontrollable.

I have perfectly semi wavy red hair that was long, soft, and easy to brush through.

Amy had the figure of a box and wore guy clothes to hide the fact.

I have a narrow hour glass figure and wear tight but monoverable clothes.

The list of differences are endless, I've changed a lot in the past 2 almost 3 years. It's easier to think of us as two different people, complete polar opposites. Even though this isn't the life that I had originally chosen I don't care. I travel the world, get free food and shelter, not to mention the health care; although I think health care is important in my line if work. Speaking of my work, here comes my costumer that I've between waiting oh so patiently for.

"Are you Isabelle?" The man talking could make an onion cry. He was balding, anyone with eyes could tell but he tried the comb over style which didn't help one bit. He was short and fat, dressed in a tight suit that looked like the collar was strangling the life or if him. Everything was just wrong, but he was my customer and the costumer is always right, for a while.

"I'm whoever you want me to be." I purred in his ear. I turned to face him fully, purposely pulling my tight black belt top a little lower. I trailed my pointed red fiber nail down his fat covered chest, holding back my disgust.

"W-would you like to go somewhere?" The poor man was nervous already. I glanced down at his hand and she enough he was married, he disgusted me.

"Can't we do it right here?" I gritted my teeth, I hated doing this with married men, I hated flirting with them but it made the killing so much more enjoyable.

"H-here?"

I sighed, he was getting more and more annoying by the second. I grabbed his tie with my left hand and turned back on my ear piece with my right. Static filled my ear before I heard the sound of a crowd cheering.